Chapter Two: Stella and Vivian:

February 7th, 2011.

Tokyo, Japan.

A package for Vivian came in the mail. She looked at the address of the box.

“Mama sent this?” she asked. The wolf demon looked at the box before carrying it inside. In her room, Vivian used her claws to cut the tape. Inside of the box further confused her.

“What is this?” she asked. The freshman pulled out a big DVD player and another smaller package. This one had no label on either side. Vivian ripped open the top.

“What did you send me, mom?” she asked, looking at the DVD case in her hand. After setting up the player, Vivian put in the disc and hit play.

-Short Movie Begins-

A fourteen-year-old Stella held up a six-year-old Vivian in her lap. Both girls wore white Sunday dresses.

“Hello ladies,” the father said. “How are you today?”

“Great!” little Vivian said.

“I’m good,” Stella said.

(Vivian stared at the screen. When was this?)

Stella pushed her hair from her eyes.

“What are you doing today?” their dad asked. The older daughter grinned.

“We’re going to sing today!” she said.

“Sing?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“What kind of song?”

Stella cleared her throat. “Mother, mother, there’s far too many of you crying.” She nudged her sister in the side.

“Oh,” little Vivian said. “Brother, brother, brother, there’s far too many of your dying.”

“Very good,” Stella whispered.

“You know we’re got to find a way to bring some lovin’ here today, eheh,” both sisters sang.

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By the end of the video present lay on the floor, crying. That was shot on Easter before Stella started high school. Right then, Vivian’s cell phone rang.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Sweetheart?” a woman’s voice asked.

The wolf demon sat up. “Mom?”

“Are you okay, baby? You sound upset.”

“I got your package today.”

“Oh honey! I’m so sorry I upset you. I was cleaning the apartment last week and came across some home movies and…” Her mom sighed.

“I thought that you should have that one.”

“It’s fine.” Vivian sniffled. “Thank you.”

“Everything going great for you in Japan?”

“Yes. How are dad, Katrina, Robin, and Holly?”

“They’re doing fine.”

“That’s good.” Vivian began to feel better. “I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, baby.” They hung up and Vivian lay on her side staring at the blank TV screen.

“Mother, mother,” she sang to herself. “There’s too many of you crying.”